The Dreaded Thousand Centimeter Stare

Goddamned jet lag! Hopping aboard the fiery Amtrak Somnambulant every few hours, but conductors refuse to punch my ticket. My head's stuck at the Mersoy bar in Marmaris, and my ass continues to walk up Tverskaya Ulitza. Elja was crying at Sheremetyevo-2; that last kiss must have poisoned soft tissues. Peering a hole through the Samsung...

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